Why am I doing this? Why am I here? I've lost all sense of the world. I've lost the care of doing things. I've lost so much as my life would go on and on relentlessly. It's so tiresome. I hate it. They lead me inside. Pike would not let my hand go. I don't know why. She's religious. I am anything but. The Blood Hunters and her kind would often go to war. I know because I have lived through the years. Does she not know the history of her people and mine? I take it not.

I look around. I watched this place change throughout the long bane of my existence. I have seen buildings rise and fall. I have helped build and destroyed empires of old. Yet... it was nice to see this place still looked relatively familiar. My name has been erased from this place like much of the world but not erased in time. I fear as if it will be an eternity. 

"Table for... several?" The cook asks.

"And several drinks as well." Vex says.

"You guys just drank." I point out.

"And we need to get drunk again love." Vex says.

"I disagree." I push past her.

"They're working on a hangover?" The cook asks.

"That drink to solve that problem. You know what to do." I say.

She nods.

"We're not drunk." Scanlan says.

I poke his head. He falls instantly.

"I'll give them Dragon's Cure." The cook says.

"That'll do for them." I nod. 

"Here." She points to a table.

I pick up the gnome and I lead everyone to the table.